Contaminated Memories of Ours.

Contaminated memories of ours

The cold breeze again lifted my hair off my shoulder, tonight. With the glimpse of the bright moon and stars around it; I feel nothing but the contaminated memory of ours in my loneliness. I remember the time, holding your hands and the random talks used to be yours favourite. I still think of the moments when you used to be a good listener to me when I discussed how I think our future should last together.  I remember how you continuously stare upon me. And each time I asked “you what’s wrong?”, you used to lean towards me and kiss me.

I get goosebumps all over my body. “Yeah, it’s very cold”- I speak to myself.  Rubbing my both hands and blowing some warm air to it. Though, you are no more I will try to trace you in the contaminated memories of ours. I have waited for you beneath the sky, from the full moon to the new moon. And still after six long years without you, I still feel the same old feeling in this atmosphere like I used to before with you. I lived my six years with you where the audience were the sky full of the stars and the only moon. Now since six long years the audience must say- I look incomplete without you.